Say my name

Now that she's almost 17 months old, Norah officially says, "mamma." Took her long enough. Here's just a small sampling of the words that came before her own mother:

Dad

Banana

Stuck

Hi

Bye

Duck

Ball

Yeah

Yes

No

Down

Broccoli

Norah loves LOVES broccoli. Tonight I made (and when I say "made" I mean I heated up a frozen pre-made meal, we're gourmet like that) macaroni and cheese with broccoli. Norah refused to eat the macaroni and cheese, but she devoured every little piece of broccoli in the entire dish.

She loves these greens so much that anytime I have the fridge open and she can see the broccoli in the vegetable crisper she points to it and says "please" repeatedly. I admit, there are worse things she could love. And frankly, there are worse things she does love. Like candy and ice cream.

To Grandma's House

Yesterday we were getting ready to go to my parents house for dinner. I asked Norah:

Do you want to go see Grandma?
Yeah.
Do you want to go see Granddaddy?
Yeah.
Do you want to see Aunty Carlie?
Nah
Do you want to see Aunty Rylie?
Nah